Onyx Manyvids ((better)) | Mona

"When I was nineteen, I had a stalker. Not a fan—a real one. He found my old social media, my college address. For six months, I slept with a knife under my pillow. The police did nothing until he showed up at my door. That night, I learned that real fear has no aesthetic. It's ugly. It smells like sweat and cheap coffee from the all-night diner where he used to watch me."

She closed the journal.

She pressed record.